Cyrano Marx

Sometimes you need to handle your own love life

Image by Cole N from Pixabay

The deadline pressure was on and Alan Marx was looking for inspiration. He was in charge of Creative for Wexler Mouth Care and he would be presenting in two days. If it wasn’t for Hillary Cohen, he would have felt defeated, but she always inspired him. As she was leaving the office she looked over at him reading different potential slug lines for the new Wexler Root Beer Flavoured Mouth Wash. ‘’Alan, come with me for a bite to eat, forget about creating the campaign for an hour and give your brain a break. You’ll come up with the right angle.’’

Alan looked up from his screen, Hillary was beyond beautiful and he wanted to join her for a bite, but he had to get things moving forward or it would be a disaster. ‘’Thanks Hillary, but somehow I have to convince the world that a Rootbeer flavoured mouth wash is actually a good thing. I asked ChatGpt what the odds were that people would love the new taste and it came back with an answer of seven percent of the adult population. That is not good odds to start with.’’ Hillary laughed ‘’Proof, you should never trust ChatGpt.’’ Hillary waved and walked out the door.

Brad Limstone was the Account Executive on Wexler and he was putting pressure on the Creative team to come up with something spectacular. Alan wasn’t crazy about Brad. He had attended an Advertising Agency Trade Show with…